Time out

We ran from the bar and into the street. He was behind me with his hands squeezing my waist as I hailed a cab. The street was alive with neon lights, loud voices, and the sounds of traffic. He was tugging at the waistband of my skirt as we waited for a yellow chariot to come to our aid. The cab slowed to the curb and I climbed in first. As I moved my body across the imitation leather seat I felt his breath on the back of my neck and his hand on the back of my thigh. "30th and 12th" he said as his body got increasingly closer to mine in the backseat. The cabbie, unfazed by the usual horny drunks that poured from the bars, kept his eyes on the traffic ahead, only glancing back a few times to flash me a smile.

We kissed with the vigor of teenagers. His lips were soft and supple and his tongue was hot, hard and probing. Our tongues danced together, our saliva melting from one mouth to the other as our hands tore at each other's backs. He pulled at my shirt and moved his hands to the front of my blouse as I reclined a little on the seat. His moaning was purposeful as he lifted it up to reveal my black bra. My nipples hardened against the silken fabric as his fingers rolled over the seams and he took my hard little bud between his thumb and forefinger and pinched it lightly. His breath grew increasingly faster as he reached around and unclasped my bra. As soon as my bra straps fell down my arm to release my breasts the cab slammed to a stop. I threw open the door and stumbled out of the backseat as he fumbled in his back pocket for his wallet. He threw a few dollars at the driver and raced out of the car to meet me on the street. My hair was tangled and my clothes were askew but he came bounding up to me, his hands immediately moving up under my skirt and onto my ass.

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He lifted me up onto the steps outside of his apartment building, my lower back leaning against the cold steel railing. His knee pushed my legs apart and he leaned his body into mine as his lips once against rested against my lips. I kept my hands firmly on the rail while his were all over me. His fingers moved up and down my body, slightly tugging at my clothes to reveal my steamy flesh. He pulled my hair, revealing my tender neck, and kissed from my chin to the tops of my breasts. "I want you," spilled from his lips. He reached up my skirt and pulled my panties down my thighs. His fingers finding their way to my swollen lips, gently probed my fleshy folds until they were curved and rubbing against my G-spot. He moved his mouth hard against me, rubbing his palm against my clit. I kissed him, signifying my need of more. He moved his hands to my shoulders and turned me around on the steps. The rail pressed hard into my stomach as I heard his buckle fall against his thigh, he unzipped his pants and within moments I felt the tip of his erection pushing against the outer folds of my pulsing pussy.

His lips found my neck as his hands reached around, moving up and under my blouse. Cupping my breasts he pulled my body back and onto his erection. He swelled inside of me, his shaft moving slowly in and out. I gasped for air as I realized I had been holding my breath; I couldn't help but vocalize how good he felt plunging inside my wet depths. He pulled me down onto him harder and faster as he felt my body opening up to him, my breasts bouncing hard against my chest as my bra hung slack beneath them. Closing my eyes I let every moan escape my tender lips, my teeth bared and my mouth salivating with a cry that would soon signify how good his cock felt inside of me. My muscles contracted against him and my knuckles turned ghost white as I squeezed the dirty railing of his apartment building. The front of his thighs ground into the back of my thighs as I nearly fell off the step in absolute pleasure. He moved his hand onto my neck and pulled my head gently back so that his lips met my ear. "Why don't we take this inside," he said. Firmly rooted to the steps and barely able to function, I whispered that the only way I was moving was if he carried me upstairs to his apartment. And so he did.

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